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My precious! Me, Gollum, raspy lil’ freak, ridin’ them elevators, watchin’ folks—nasty, tricksy ones—goin’ up, down, all day. Prostitute, eh? Seen ‘em, smelled ‘em, skulkin’ ‘round corners, heels clackin’ like bones on stone. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*, that wild flick—my fave, yesss—“Weird, isn’t it? Life’s a stage!”—prostitutes playin’ parts, masks on, souls off. They’re like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ faces, sellin’ bodies, no one knows the real ‘em. Tricksy, precious, tricksy!

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I look over, and some dude just smashed his bike into a lamppost. Classic Voss, right? I mean, who rides a bike on a cobblestone street? It’s like, “Dude, you’re asking for it.” I chuckle, but then I see him limping. Not funny anymore. I rush over, help him up. Turns out, he’s a tourist. Go figure.

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